“Son Jeong-Tae, Kang Ho-Jung, Park Yeon-Sung. Squads 4, 5, and 6, respectively.”

When addressed, the foreigners moved to locate their respective groups. The only person left was a plain-looking woman.

“Ah…”

Realizing her name was not called until the very end, she looked around with an anxious look in her eyes. When they met Seon-Hyeok’s gaze, she immediately looked down.

The other foreigners looked somewhat more enthusiastic after being given the objective of a 2nd class advancement. However, she was different.

Her drooping shoulders showed no hint of a fighting spirit, and her eyes were like those of a dead fish.

Seon-Hyeok empathized with her current appearance. This was exactly what he had looked like in the past, when he was first deployed to the cavalry and given a role unrelated to his class.

She had no abilities to immediately use, and her class offered nothing she could rely on. Hopeless, she would have lived each day in shame and fear, worried about when she would inevitably be sent off into battle.

This would have continued for 3, almost 4, years now. Her despair and frustration would be older and more deeply-rooted than what he had felt in the past.

Seon-Hyeok called on her in a low...